Hemingway's ghost Is back, sitting on
my couch
Bitter about the world and drinking my
Scotch.
Regretful about his sins and seeking
some absolution
“About the women in your life and
how you mistreated them?,” I asked
“No they knew me and they played the
game,
Its the lions, bears and Elephants I've
shot.
Once they were like the Buffalo as far
as the eye
could see. Now they stand at the brink
and I helped
the decline. “
I watched this literary shade as he
guzzled my Whiskey
brewed here in Bozeangeles and pondered
my response.
“ Absolution I will give you but it
is a shared guilt of our American soul,
we think we are perfect and our
strength in Arms is our right.”
“Its true ,” Hemingway said. “
We are the chosen and the worlds best hope.”
I watched as he finished the bottle
and sadly saluted the remains.
“ I have the same faith as you Hem ,
but only if we consider that our power has great responsibility .
Both for humanity and the earth. Now
get out of here and next time you bring the booze.”
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